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Fuck Facbook!

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:20:46 -0400

This is my personal blog, and not Facebook, so it seems appropriate to talk about something that’s been bothering a huge deal about social media. I’m a write in many different mediums including fiction and non-fiction (journalism).

The thing that is driving me nuts the most is what is shared on Facebook and twitter. I write about a historical event in the making and its not really shared on Facebook, but re-sharing a picture of a pig flying while eating bacon is news-worthy on Facebook.

What gives?

Here I’m with my National News Editor and buddy, Shaun...

Thu, 23 May 2013 05:46:04 -0400

Here I’m with my National News Editor and buddy, Shaun Knittel. This was such a great rally and march to stand our ground and take back our neighborhood. #teamcapitolhill

We Came, We Spoke, We Marched - An Original Poem by B.Michael Peterson

Thu, 23 May 2013 05:37:36 -0400

We came, we spoke up, we marched

Even the crows are intimated.

We came, we spoke, we marched,

Even the bums we shocked.

We came, we spoke, we marched,

Even the politicians heard our chants.

We came, we spoke, we marched,

Even the conservative rats of yesteryear agreed with our views.

We came, we spoke, we march,

Let’s see if the crime setters will fuck with us now.

Rain pours down with an infatuated expression onto my face to deliver fates fates screaming and...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 02:35:04 -0400

Rain pours down with an infatuated expression

onto my face to deliver fates

fates screaming and it’s the future,

it’s the possibilities

it’s the unknown and the mystery.

Players around me, all around me,

telling me what to do,

what to wear and how to act,

sometimes I feel like a puppet on strings

controlled by society.

Pain is still in the frontal lobe of my brain,

it’s pain derived from love, lack of

Pushing through to make the best of everything,

for the people around me, the ones who look up to me,

the ones who are expecting a leader,

the ones who are needing a guide to show them the way.

I’m spent.

Exhausted.

I need a break.

I need to be checked.

You be the judge, but judgemental fags need not apply.

Paths (A Poem I Wrote)

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 06:18:14 -0500

Seeing you for the first time in nine months,

I get flustered, confused, and paralyzed.

There are many things I still find attractive in your,

but distraction is not in my cards.

On I march forward to reach for my dreams,

my goals,

Our paths will align when the universe and the charts,

have decided us deem quality material to meet,

in the dead center.

story-dj: Something oh so magical about this view and that...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 14:19:17 -0500

story-dj:

Something oh so magical about this view and that sign.

Soon this will be home

I need to start sketching again

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 20:48:52 -0500

I need to start sketching again

My work station. Writing interview questions, possible columnist...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 20:40:17 -0500

My work station. Writing interview questions, possible columnist for New Queer on the Block.

Parched #eyecandy

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 16:50:20 -0500

Parched #eyecandy

Photo

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 16:48:37 -0500

Exactly how I feel

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 14:55:53 -0500

Exactly how I feel

pacegallery: Pace is pleased to present an exhibition of new...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 02:19:36 -0500

pacegallery:

Pace is pleased to present an exhibition of new work by French painter Bernard Frize. Though Frize’s work has been widely exhibited throughout Europe, this is the artist’s first New York presentation in over a decade.

Bernard Frize: Winter Diary is on view at 32 East 57th Street, New York from February 1 through March 9, 2013, with an opening reception for the public on Thursday, January 31st from 6 to 8 PM.

Living in the fast lane. Loves it!

fuck-yeahsharonneedles: click for fullsize (1366x768)...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 02:13:56 -0500

fuck-yeahsharonneedles:

click for fullsize (1366x768) (c) sinister-urge 2013

How cliche. Come on, really? Love Sharon Needles, but Bewitched? She’s so much bigger than that and she knows it.

My new headshot for theater and entertainment purposes. Let the...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 23:03:44 -0500

My new headshot for theater and entertainment purposes. Let the journey begin.

Happy Go Lucky Days of Winter

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 23:02:31 -0500

Let’s be honest with each other, dear winter season. I’m waiting for a little warmth to come my direction so that I can enjoy life just a little bit more. It’s the ONLY element that I despise of the greater Pacific Northwest. Things are constantly changing and I’m always looking for a new outlet in the theater industry to inspire me to think more creatively (outside my norms).

I’ve been applying for various types of jobs so that I can accomplish this feat. It’s not a feat unless I think it is, but that’s okay.

Les Misérables, Victor HugoVol 4, Book 8

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 18:44:09 -0500

Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
Vol 4, Book 8

The Romance of Malbec [A Short Story]

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 18:17:00 -0500

A New Short Story by B.Michael Peterson

The bottle of Malbec sits naked on the kitchen table in Tommy’s apartment on the outskirts of Capitol Hills’ district in Seattle. Right next to the bottle is a freshly cleaned wine glass waiting to be used, and abused by the right gentleman. Sitting on a redwood stool is Tommy and he looks spent, segued with exhaustion and desperation; filled with guilt and remorse.

The battle is over. For now. No more pain. No more sorrow. The love has escaped out the window to satisfy another soul who desperately is searching for romance, or love. But nothing of this kind of love could ever enlighten another soul, Tommy thinks to himself.

Tommy is now officially a single queer guy, once again in Emerald City. Not by choice, not by his own choice; if it were up to him he would be snuggled closely to his man in the bed their once shared in their apartment in the First Hill district. The man he keeps thinking of is his newly ex-boyfriend, ex-partner.

“I don’t love you anymore in the same way that you love me,” was his former partners’ parting words. Despite the fact that for six months they both shared an apartment, against Tommys’ intuition to not move in with his boyfriend. In one final decision and desperation to show his love for his man, Tommy moves in with a snap of a finger, like lesbians with a U-Haul truck on a second date.

It was an emotional train-wreck for Tommy because he gave away a part of his heart, left out in the wide open, just in one instant moment - it was crushed with an iron-heavy fist. An impact that only could be demonstrated by Thor’s hammer.

“I will always love you, not like some Whitney Houston top single moment, but you are definitely one of my soul mates.” Tommy told his now former partner as head bolted out of their apartment, holding a bottle of Malbec that his ex gave him as a breakup prize.The meaning behind the gesture still baffles and confuses Tommy, but only time will tell what the bottle signifies.

Tommy’s mother told him that everything happens for a reason, that the lord has a bigger plan for him. To the mystery behind this bottle of Malbecs’ metaphorical meaning is a life lesson waiting to be unleashed, learned and answered, not just for Tommy, but for his former partner.

Philosophy Me This: Augustine Speaks of Useless Human Beings While Americans Try to Control Gay Marriage

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 18:05:18 -0400

In view of the encompassing network of the universe and the whole creation, a network that is perfectly ordered in time and place, where not even one leaf of a tree is superfluous, it is not possible to create a useless human being.

-Augustine

With a breakup in the past, I delve right into what I love, and that’s reading books. A writer’s best friend is reading the works of other published authors and this week I’m reading a collection of philosopher Augustine to jump start my creativity for my current play I’m writing. In his view, our hearts can never be touched because it’s surrounded by our flesh, and this opened up many eyes in terms of no longer being together with my exboyfriend.

The issue is now laid to rest and I now think and contemplate the greatest question of the universe: “What does life mean?”

"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 14:00:37 -0400

“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”

- Oscar Wilde

Perfection! One of my favorite past times. What’s your?

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 00:01:05 -0400

Perfection! One of my favorite past times.

What’s your?